Re: log: flash/gwen at the orchard
She closed her eyes, and she tried to remember, but there wasn't any visual memory accessible. Sometimes, lately, she would gets glimmers of memory in color, but it was super seldom, and she couldn't make a memory of him in a suit materialize, no matter how she squeezed her eyes closed. "I bet you wore a tux to prom, but I don't remember," she said, a frown tugging the corners of her mouth down a little bit. But she was smiling by the time he kissed the side of her mouth, and she chased the kiss by leaning forward a tiny bit as he pulled back. "You don't wear ratty shirts. Poor rats. They're actually kind of cool, rats. She used them in the lab all the time. I'm going to be an awful scientist, because I let them go whenever the League has a scientist that keeps them." She didn't hold rat captivity against the donor, but Gwen was maybe too young to the world to hurt something small. But, hey! "I'm not hiding super powers! We haven't even verified your theory!" She nudged his shoulder back, harder (which wasn't super hard, let's be real), "and you're so not allowed to let me win. Ever."
She flicked fingers lightly at his mouth when he pppffftt'd at her. "I expect the planet temperature to exceed 462 degrees Celsius," she informed him Very Scientifically, and then she gave him a little put-upon expression, because she super sucked at hiding things. "Idioms are so hard. Sayings are really hard. Some of them don't make any sense at all. Okay, say you assume heat is a verbal equivalent for good, right? Because warmth makes things grow, and it was a safer time of year than winter at the inception, etcetera. That can make some sense, but why does cold then mean good?" She shook her head, as if language pained her appreciation of logic greatly.
She watched his fingers as he took the baggie, and then she looked up at his face. "They're our age, Flash. They're going to be attending school, and they probably eat a lot of pizza, name video game planets, and try to figure out how to ask out girls from their chemistry labs. I think you're probably mostly safe on marriage until you get closer to 25, and I think they'd really love to hear from you." He touched her face, and she closed her eyes slowly, still thinking about his friends at home for a few seconds. "It would be nice to actually see New York." She'd never gotten a chance to, but then she was kissing him, and his hand was over hers, and her hand found itself all wound up in the front of his shirt, balling fabric between her fingers.
Kissing him totally made her a little breathless (not in a dangerous, physical sense), and she really didn't want to talk about MJ, but the way he kissed her the second time, harder and quick, made her want to just get it over and done with. It was like pulling off a Band-Aid, right? She knelt beside him, and her knees pressed against the outside of his thigh. She maybe looked a little like a guppy for a few seconds, mouth opening and closing as she tried to figure out the most effective way to convey what she was thinking. "I thought maybe it was just me imagining things at bonfire, because we totally know I have inherited messed up reactions about MJ. And then I thought it was her being naked, which really made me feel super insecure. But after the bonfire, everyone kept pointing out the same thing I'd originally surmised, and I didn't know if I should mention anything. Talking is really hard, because just saying what I'm thinking isn't always the right thing, you know? It's super confusing to know what to say and what not to say. But Perry, Felicity and Jason all brought it up, so I totally don't think it's in my head." She had a point. She really did. But she totally realized she was floundering on finding it. Her fingers were on his wrist, and her fingertips pressed there nervously. "Um... I guess, I just felt like it would be dishonest not to tell you, in case you were with me because you thought she didn't want to be with you," she blurted inarticulately.